I do not own Lord of the Rings, only my OC. Events are based on both the novels and the movies. This is my first LOTR fanfiction! :)
Sauron knew that he was the most feared being in all of middle earth, he had tens of thousands of orcs and various warriors at his disposal, who would do anything to see the fall of man, elf and dwarf-kind. But this was not always the case. He had become successor to Morgoth, the first dark lord. He had faithfully served as a Lieutenant for the evil tyrant.
However, there was a short period of time when Morgoth doubted his faithful Lieutenant. For he had the love of a Elf Queen, sister of Lady Galadriel, whose name was Celestine . Enraged over his Lieutenant's still existing humanity, Morgoth himself traveled to Valinor, slipping through the shadows where he murdered the peaceful Queen in her sleep. Sauron, though devastated by his loss, was banished from Valinor as well as all men, the path now only known to he elves. The only way they could now reach the once enchanted lands was by means of the Starlight Path or by the Sea.
Following the war and defeat of the Valar, Morgoth was deceased and Sauron took up his place as the Dark Lord. Still having heart, many of his new followers doubted his leadership. So he sought to destroy the one place where his heart still lingered. He sailed for Valinor, slipping through the borders. As he stumbled upon the remains of his lovers old chambers, he saw Lady Galadriel, standing there with a small baby in her arms.
Taken by surprise, Sauron did not at first know how to react. "You've come for your daughter, I presume?" she questioned. Sauron hesitated for a second, lowering his sword slightly. "My daughter?" he questioned "Celestine and I never had a daughter,"
"Of course you did. She was born shortly before her murder..but she remained hidden from Morgoth," she spoke, laying the child down for sleep. Galadriel was the most noble, dignified and smartest of all the elves that existing. Many would call her crazy for letting the evil lord take the sweet child. But she had seen into the fate of the little one, and in order for it to play out, she had to let Sauron take her niece. He would not harm her, as his connection with his daughter was fateful to that of his own fate. He would soon learn this.
It was with that in which Lady Galadriel strode past him, staying out of his swords reach. "I will leave you. But if you do not stray away with haste, I cannot save you or her.." she whispered through his mind, before slipping out of the doorway.
Sauron approached the small baby on the bed, lifting her up. As she opened her eyes to look at him, she saw they were the color of the most pure violet flowers that grew on the mountain side of the Misty Mountains. Her hair was that of a sweet honey blonde, curled ontop of her head. Just like her mother. She cooed slightly as she reached up to touch his shoulder-length, charcoal colored hair.
Sauron heard rapid footsteps approaching, and he fled through the window. Once he had sailed back to Mordor, he held the child in his hands. He knew that the orcs would see him playing the role of the father figure, and find him weak.
His new Lieutenant, Norik, approached him. "What is this mere pest doing in our fortress, my lord?" he hissed.
"She has a purpose, for my blood flows through her veins. I've seen what the elf-witch has spoken of. Her fate is tied to ours. Ours to mine. We cannot allow the enemies to capture her..." Sauron retorted. It was with that, that he braced the child tightly in his grasp.
"But first...I must leave something behind..." he added.
It was with that, that he closed his eyes and began to pour all the goodness out of him and into his daughter. This was made possible through his growing dark magic. The head orcs watched as the baby's soft blonde curls turned to a charcoal black color. It was as if she was absorbing her fathers traits along with his humanity. Once he felt the last of his Soul slip away, his eyes flickered open. No longer having any remorse, he laid the baby to rest in the mock cradle that he had structured for her. He straightened his back, only to hear one of the sergeants say 'What a nice daddy' in a mocking tone.
Sauron drew a dagger from his side and threw it in the direction of the orc without even turning away from his daughter. It struck the orc in the neck, and it fell to the ground. Sauron slowly turned to face the rest, his eyes glowing with anger. "Anyone else?" he questioned. The orcs now felt a surge of fear running through their spines. They wanted a ruthless, fearless, evil leader... and now they had one.
It was then some five years later, that the great war of middle earth had occurred. Sauron has his daughter locked away in a cell just outside of Mount Doom, hidden from all the enemy's, the ring of power shining brightly on his finger. He had worn the strongest armor that he could muster in the dark, shadowy land. He watched as the many orcs were being slain, and then he finally stepped into the light. He continued to strike five men down at a time, the ring only answering to him.
He turned on the man known as Isildur, who was mourning over the loss of their leader. Sauron turned, ready to strike, it was in that moment that Isildur struck, cutting the ring free of Sauron's bodily form. Sauron felt the fire surging through him, as he was forced to abandon his human form. His dark soul fled, disappearing into the wind. He knew that he would find a way to return, but he had to conceal himself from all eyes.
Elrond, turned to Isildur and led him into the firey volcano that was Mount Doom. Desperately trying to get Isildur to toss the ring into the lava and fire, Elrond feared failure at the sight of his friend turning and walking away, the One Ring in his hand. As he followed him out of the mountain-side, he heard what seemed to be faint singing coming from the mountain side. Ordering two of his elves to accompany him, he followed the trail and discovered a cell built into the sturdy rock of the volcano.
Breaking down the gate, they stepped in to find a small elf sitting there. Her hair was so black that it was the color of a thrush, a raven feather. Her eyes were a brilliant violet color, as she stood up to meet them. "You are not my father," she stated, tilting her head to the side.
All three elves were caught off guard, staring down at the small child. "Who is your father?" Elrond questioned. "Sauron..my father is a King!" she stated proudly, a big smile on her face.
"Do you know where he has gone? He told me he had business to settle. Adult stuff I would propose. Are you my new guardians to watch me? The orcs here are rather weird, they never want to play anything..." she trailed off, walking around the cell in circles.
"The dark lord has a daughter?" the elf with shoulder length brown hair questioned, turning to Elrond. Elrond hesitated. The child seemed so sweet and innocent, he could not bring himself to kill her. It was hard to believe she had such a sweet disposition with who her father was. So instead, he thought of another proposition.
"Yes, I've been sent here by your father. He's going to be gone for quite awhile, he has asked me if I could take you to Rivendale, my home..." Elrond said, extending his hand to her. Her eyes glowed with excitement. "Will my father meet me there?" she questioned, doing a small dance with her feet. "I want to show him something,"
Elrond smiled slightly. It was not in the nature of elves to lie, but the circumstances were different. "He will be there, I am Elrond...of Rivendale. What is your name?" he questioned.
She smiled up at him. "I am Altiaria (AL-TIE-AREA) of Morder!" she exclaimed, proudly. She reached her hand to meet Elrond's, and at the moment of her touch. Elrond felt what seemed to be a slight surge of magic, and he watched as her raven-black hair went from a night black and suddenly slowly change into a honey blonde. Her violet eyes changed to the color of sapphire. It was as if the darkness and that of her past life were sucked out of her at the moment of his touch.
Elrond and his company brought her back to Rivendale, where she stayed for a few months, but it was at that point where she started asking questions to Elrond about her father. "When is he coming for me? I am sure his business is over by now,"
She was very wise for a child of her age. He had consulted the Lady of Lorien, Galadriel, who told Elrond of her past. How Altiaria was actually, by birth her niece and of the now forgotten land of Valinor. It was by Galadriel orders that she be sent to the 'other side'. Into a world consisting of only humans, another reality called 'Earth'. She would remain under the spells laid by Lady Galadriel, so that her elven appearance would cease to exist. Her ears, her aging would become that of a human.
One day Elrond led her through the woods of Rivendall, along the path to the other world discovered by his past ancestors. "Is Arwen not joining us?" she questioned, growing attached to the young elf who had become like a half sister to her.
"No my young one, she wanted this moment between you and your father to be special," Elrond stated. "Are you coming to meet him?" Altiaria questioned. Elrond sighed deeply, before kneeling so that he was at her level. "No, this is a special moment between you and your father..." he said, a kind smile on his face.
"Now see those white trees in the distance? I want you to run in-between them. As if it were an archway... and your father will be standing on the other side of them," he stated. Altiaria hugged Elrond tightly, before taking off in a sprint. Once she left Galadriel emerged from her spot in the woods.
"She will return, when this world is ready for her..." Galadriel stated, in a soothing voice. "What will the people of the other world call her? For she bears an ancient name," Elrond stated. "She will have no memory once she passes through on the other side, but I feel the name Harley comes to mind," Galadriel stated.
"Harley?" Elrond questioned. "Though her return must be made with caution. For a fellowship will be formed...for a task which even my gaze cannot see, but she will be part of this. She will either destroy them or bond them.. before she too is destroyed," Galadriel said, turning to walk away.
"So you are saying, great lady, that her fate here is to die?" Elrond questioned, his heart dropping slightly. He had begun to become attached to the little one, and the thought of her returning to their world only to be killed in some great battle was heartbreaking, even for him.
"No, not if her fate is changed...with the gift of the new one," Galadriel stated, before walking and disappearing into the woods. Elrond furrowed his brow. Nothing she said ever really made sense. The gift of the new one? Gift of the new what?
Elrond turned to see Altiaria disappear inbetween the two white trees, as she passed through the gateway and out of their world. Elrond headed back towards Rivendale, the peacetime wouldn't last for long and he knew that either Sauron himself would somehow return, or someone else would come looking for the daughter of the dark lord, the Princess of Mordor.